morning with no people, no cars
only today there are no people,
no cars. Today it’s weird, isn’t it?
WHILE YOU’RE STILL HERE You hold my hands and tell me they are too cold. You scribble on a piece of paper, pausing every two minutes to remember. Your memory isn’t what it used to be. But you try anyway. Scurrying around, you open drawers; pots; pans. You stub your toe as you frantically move…